Monday, April 14, 2014

super photogenic.

yesterday I took a small break from baking pie. I figured the kitchen could be flour free for a few hours. And then I noticed that my children were still in their church clothes and a photo was required. I mean I might have required it, but that doesn't mean it was successful.

Hey Gus, where's your nose?
Oh. right there?
Where's Ruby's nose?

I'm sure I could have photoshopped some heads around, changed a few things, but really this is our life. Gus shoves his finger in his nose and gets real mad when there isn't a ball to throw. Stella poses perfectly and tries to make sure everyone is looking the right direction. And Ruby, oh she is just pure feisty that one...
Happy Monday!

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Pie Pie Me oh My

As a child I played "cafe" not restaurant, because I did not want a restaurant. I wanted a little cafe, where I could bake. I always had cute little menus with whatever my mom was fixing for dinner, and my pretend shop was named "gerts". (my dad always called me gert as a child, and I'm not entirely sure why.)

In the 5th grade we had a school program where we all lined up and told the audience what we wanted to be when we grew up. I'm sure we did some other stuff too, but thats not important. As I stood at the back of the line, not really sure what I wanted to be. I was feeling all sorts of conflicted about what I would say. Every girl in front of me wanted to be one of two things: a nurse or a hair stylist. Apparently my 5th grade class was dreaming big. Because everyone was destine to wear scrubs or trim hair, maybe thats what should be too. But I didn't want to be either of those things. I really wanted to be a baker; and with sweaty hands, thats what I told the audience.
Through school my answer to "what do you want to be when you grow up?" was always owning a bakery. I wanted a little shop where the locals could come in and order the usual, and I wanted to know what that was. Always. When I was in High School I had an itch for a video camera. Because they were cool, and social media didn't exist nor did cell phones with cameras on them. I didn't have enough money for a camera but I figured out a way. I sat down with my parents one night and we mapped out the cost of pie. I broke it all down to the ounce then figured out a menu. I went door to door to all my neighbors, members of our ward and even my school teachers, selling them on homemade pies to be delivered to your doorstep. I had a great little sales pitch and I sold pie.  I would wake up early, mix crusts together and chill them. Then after school I would bake them and deliver the pies of the day. I had this awesome little scooter that I drove around and it had a perfect box on the back for pie. I remember it took me 3 weeks and 55 pies to earn enough money to buy that video camera. After I made my purchase, my mom kicked me out of her kitchen. I can't blame her, there was flour everywhere.
Always in the back of my mind there is pie, and ways to bake it. I enjoy a slice of pie, but rolling out crusts and filling them with amazing ingredients is what makes soul happy. I named my girls after potential bakeries. When my babies are scared at night I sing them the pie song. When I am looking for forgiveness from my husband I bake him a banana cream pie. I haven't always made successful pies. I have tweaked and studied custards until they were just right. I just keep trying until the perfectionist in me is satisfied.
Regardless of the time and place in my life, baking pie has always been my happy. They are a thing of beauty, but simple. They don't take days to bake, or have any fancy ingredients, but they are always a crowd pleaser. Everyone loves pie. I'm pretty sure you could change the world if you showed up with a handmade pie.

After 15 years of obsessively baking pies,  I've decided to sell them all over again.  I won't be delivering them on the back of my scooter anymore and maybe someday there will be a shop. But for now, there is "June Pie". One flavor, five pies and it changes daily. I'm only gonna bake five a day, but i'll announce the pies of the week on Mondays via Facebook and Instagram. You can reserve your flavor there and pick it up in the evening. I have never been so excited about something in all my days! I haven't slept in weeks, I find myself dreaming of pies!

I love to bake pie, and I hope you enjoy it too!  Head on over and like the Facebook page, start following me on Instagram and get ready for pie! Maybe you'll get lucky and find your hands on some of my "test pies"

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Friday, March 14, 2014

just a post

a few things worth mentioning...

- itunes radio. I wasn't completely sold on it until we discovered the "Van Morrison" station. I can listen to it for hours and hours and never hear a song worth changing. Never.

-In Kevin and I's latest bed war, he sat straight up at about 3am and poked me in the eyeball. !!!!!! Then he laid back down as if nothing had happened. Seriously! who eye pokes in their sleep? So i kicked him in the shin and rolled over. When the sun rose, my eye was all blood shot and he wondered what had happened.

- I threw away all the sugar in the house, and it's not going so well. I'm an addict.

- Don't think that because the sun has started to shine that my obsessive hobby of knitting has gone by the way side. I've just switched to bigger projects. Like poufs. with rope. you can imagine the rope burns on my fingers...

- My sister announced she's having a baby! boy! in September. Naturally I started going through the boxes underneath my bed for maternity clothes. But they weren't there. Henry is almost 18 months old and my maternity clothes were still hanging in my closet. whyyyyyyyyyy......

-On my trusty "van morrison" radio station, crazy love came on as I was pulling Gus out of his high chair. He didn't wiggle out of my arms, instead he laid his head on my shoulder and patted my back as we danced in the kitchen. for the entire song. I know it's not a long song, but that kid never has much affection for me. But there he was dancing in the kitchen to crazy love covered in goldfish crumbs and maybe a few tears rolled down my cheeks. maybe.

- Today is Pi Day. and naturally it seems like my kind of day. As I sit pouring over a few different recipes and options to commemorate this glorious holiday, I just really love baking pie. and since all my pie pans have been delivered to grateful homes, it's time to purchase my yearly stash of pans. I go through about a dozen every year. Easily.

- Last week I made the most beautiful pie. Salted Caramel Apple. from four and twenty blackbirds, and it was the best way to spend the morning. It was just so much fun baking it. Early in the morning, with a clean kitchen and a good playlist going. I was in my moment and grove and it felt so nice. Especially when it all turned out.

-and worth noting, in my fifteen years of obsessive pie baking, I have never changed my pie crust recipe. never. I've been there when someone's tested a vodka recipe, or listen to people drone on and on about an all butter crust and read all about the reasons why you do it one way or another. There has never been a different crust in my pie pans. Its the same recipe my mom used, her mom used, and my great grandma used. It's trusty and good, and you shouldn't fix something that isn't broken. But I had an itch, and I changed it last week. I did a part butter, part shortening crust. It was good. It had a different flavor, a different feel, and now I can say I've tried something else. But it won't be replacing my crust. not really ever again.

-also, all three of my kids are burying each other in the sand box and i'm so grossed out. I hate sandboxes and would give a lot of things for my kids to hate them too. But cheers to the sunshine and Gus being able to play outside with the others, he's in heaven.

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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

rambling shenanigans

It feels like once every couple of days I send a text message to my mom and dad with my kids latest rambles. I'm so glad I do, because if I didn't immediately document this, people would think I'm making this up. I wish I could make this up. I'd write novels.

Ruby praying: "Bless Grama Deb she can feel better, and bless gramps Trace he can... ... ... ... deal with grama Deb. And bless Hunter he will go on a mission already..."

Ruby: "Mom, I struggling. Cause my feet are so smelly that I can't even think about things. And I need to think about things to make me strong. But the smell gets in the way."
she is not kidding about that, they smell so terrible. 

Ruby: " I'm not feeling very beautiful today. That's why I'm having a hard time."

Ruby: after an all out brawl with Kevin, she was sent to bed early in a full blown tantrum. After Stella had gone to bed, Ruby snuck up to our room...
"Mom, Dad... I need to opologize. I sorry that I was mean and crying."
as Kevin tucked her into bed and said prayers with her... "ahhhhh, my bed feels so much better after I opologize."

Lately my dad's favorite thing to do is stop by our house about 8pm. Just as the kids are winding down for bed, ya know quiet time. And when Grampa Trace comes over all hell breaks loose and I can't win. So it's not worth trying. This week, Grama Deb took a rest on the floor and Gus stomped on her head. Then Ruby wasn't paying attention and toppled right over her. There were cookies being thrown across the room and boxes of girls scout cookies inhaled. Gus was testing everyone's hand eye coordination by throwing balls out of your peripheral vision. Stella mostly snuggled, holding her own with sweetness. So basically everyday chaos, and then some.
But it did end in Ruby telling Grampa about her new favorite song. As we were anticipating a Katy Perry tune or Taylor Swift, we got a primary song. He sent his Son. I'm counting it as family home evening. (and it was really sweet listening to her sing it.)
As we were waiving goodbye on the front step, Ruby was examining this week's race car when she just got in the back seat with Grampa. Ya know for a spontaneous middle of the week sleep over. Casually.
Stella was a little sad that she didn't get to have a sleep over with Grampa, but was logical in that she had school the next morning. And I let her watch an extra show on TV. At about 10:30 I got a call from my mom. Ruby was coming home, sleepover's weren't her thing tonight.
The next morning I was taking Stella to school (Because my alarm clocks overslept due to there late night sneagians, we missed the bus.) This conversation happened in the backseat...

Stella: Ruby, why didn't you sleep at Grama's?
Ruby: I just missed you Stella...
Stella: But you also missed out on breakfast at Gramas, think about all the kinds of cereal you could have had... head shaking...
Ruby: Oh I didn't think about breakfast...

Seriously. It's hard not to spend your day laughing at these two.

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

toe pick

We've had a fierce Olympic spirit at this household. Like it's streaming on all our iPad's, on our phones and I'm stocking the alerts on my phone. And of course the little girly girls in this household want to only watch figure skating. Obviously. We watch it a day later because primetime is way past little girls bedtimes.
After a few days of listening to them play "ice skater" down stairs, sliding across the tile floor with socks on, and spinning round and round; I decided it was time for real deal ice skating.
We headed to the olympic arena in Provo along with 4 million other people. You know how I feel about crowds. Not my thing. As Kevin, Hunter and I stared at the rink, the line for skates and the line for tickets we broke the news to two sad faced little girls. We weren't skating tonight. No freakin way.
So this morning we woke up still feeling inspired to ice skate. I called the school and Stella magically had an appointment in Provo, and we spent the morning ice skating.  With a total of 7 other people on the rink we spun around and worked out our toe picks. It was pretty fantastic.
I'm sure your surprised at Stella's choice of figure skater ensemble...
Stella could have skated for the entire day, Ruby liked the idea of skating all day, and Gus wanted nothing but to be on that ice rink. But seriously, he was so mad that he wasn't big enough to do it, and that we weren't willing enough to slide him around bent over the entire time. Kevin and I's backs are still aching.  If your thinking of ice skating, I highly recommend "small and tall" open skate. It's like toddler hour at the rink. For the win!
It was a great morning pretending to be graceful athletes, Stella has asked a hundred times what sports she can do to get into the olympics. I love the idea of her dreaming and being able to support those dreams as her mom. It's pretty awesome. 
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